Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 00:57:51 -0700
From: Becka King
Subject: When Loving gets hard Chapter 2
I sat up after 20 minutes of crying in the bathroom, I slowly dragged my
way to the mirror to look at myself. My eyes were swollen and red from
crying, I rinsed my face off with luke warm water. Taking one last glance
at myself I turned to the towel rack and began to dry my face off. Knowing
that lunch would end soon I decided to go back and see if my mates had left
plus I had a plate to clean up. I opened the door not wanting to make eye
contact with anyone because they would be able to tell I was just crying.
I walked down the hall, it was filled with boys around my age chatting and
joking amongst themselves. I entered the dining hall to see that the tables
had a few groups still left, but nowhere near as packed as it was when
everyone was eating. I saw that the only one left at my spot was Greene. I
tapped his shoulder wanting to say sorry.
"Hey..." Was the only thing that left my lips. He looked back and smirked
he seemed to guess I would eventually show up. He looked at my face and
used his right hand to move a few strands of brown hair from my red eyes.
"You really where upset, I take it?" He cracked a smile trying to lose the
strange atmosphere that was between us. "Don't worry I won't tell the
others that you were in such a state." He let his hand fall to his lap, the
hair falling back to my face. He really was a good mate and I acted like
such a bloody...sod towards him for no reason.
I noticed something was missing; my plate and table area was completely
clean. "Did you clean my mess up for me?" I asked in a choked up tone. He
just looked at me and then back to my spot he laughed like he just heard a
really funny joke.
"Oh no! Funny thing is right after you left, William Kensington the prefect
came over and asked what happened so I told him you started choking on some
food and ran out. I didn't want to tell him that you were upset..." Greene
stood up shooting me a smile. I knew that if I told him what happened
yesterday and what happened today he would definitely think I was a bloody
arse, so I just nodded and sat in my previous seat.
"I'm leaving first...I'll see you later." He patted my shoulder rather
roughly but in a friendly matter. I turned my head and watched him leave. I
looked at the table area and wanted to start crying again, but decided
against it. Kensington helped me again knowing that I hated him and called
him names. He didn't care he just wanted to help and he didn't even tell
me. Why does he do that!? He just continues to help me on the sly and then
just lets me do horrid things to him. I looked forward my eyes began to
water, but I whipped them with my sleeve.
"After all our classes are finished I will thank him and apologize to him."
I made a decision to ignore my stomach feelings and do what I should have
done in the first place. I stood up feeling a little better Math was my
next class so I had to hurry and get their early to avoid tardiness.
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After my last class I had went and visited Mr. Loftus to ask where
Kensington had his last class. I opened the door to Mr. Loftus sitting at
his desk reading a thick book while drinking tea.
"Mr. Loftus can I have a moment of your time?" I asked meekly, trying not
to sound as intense as I was feeling. He looked up, after he saw my face a
smile cracked across his face. He set his cup down and pushed his book
aside.
"Young Mr. Jounes what a pleasure it is to see you, you usually scurry out
of class without a single farewell, it's quite odd for you to come and
visit after your classes are out." He stood up to greet me at the door but
all I can do is look down. "Jounes is there something bothering you?" His
smile faded and he became concerned.
"No I'm just in a bit of a hurry..." I stopped mid-sentence and wondered if
maybe I wanted to tell him about what's been going the past few days. Then
I remembered that Kensington lied for me and if I told him I would get him
in trouble as well so I decided to save it for another day. "I was
wondering if you knew where Kensington's last class was."
He nodded and his smile returned, he was a genuinely nice teacher and he
did care deeply for his student. "Oh I see, you're a year younger so you
probably haven't heard but Kensington took the rest of the day off because
he wasn't feeling well." He folded his arms.
I looked up in shock. "Was this after lunch!?" I said in a panic like
state, my mouth wide open.
"Yes actually, how did you know that?" He tilted his head. He saw my panic
like state and before he could ask any more questions I dashed out of the
door. He was so upset he took the day off!? I just cried and acted so
selfish but I didn't think about him! He was angry at me for being a bloody
arsehole towards him, and he should be I acted so stupid around him.
Why couldn't act normal around him like I act with Greene or Wallace!? It
doesn't make any since, there is a reason for this but I can't seem to find
what it is. I was running so fast that I didn't realize that on top of
sweating insanely there were tears running down my cheeks. I don't know why
but my tear ducts where out of control today and I couldn't seem to stop
myself from crying. The prefects stayed in nicer dorms then the rest of us
and some of the older ones didn't have to share a room. I slammed into the
hall causing passersby to look at me funny.
I stopped running in the middle of a long corridor with wooden doors all
long each side. "Which one is Kensington's though?" I said wiping the
sweat and tears from my face.
I felt something tap my head "Kensington is two doors that way." I turned
to see a tall brunette with striking blue eyes, he had freckle's along his
cheeks his slicked back hair gave him this classy look. He was smirking at
me; I just stared in amazement at him. He looked so mature and cool that it
was hard for me to respond.
"T-Thanks..." Was all that left my mouth, I remembered the issue at hand
when he pointed me in the direction. Before I headed that way I was feeling
hot from running so I took my tie off and slipped it in my pocket. My
shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons so people could now see my collarbone.
I stopped outside the door I was pointed to, I looked back to see if the
classy looking guy was still there but he had returned to what he was doing
before he stopped and helped me. I shifted my body and started having
second thoughts about seeing Kensington. I shook my head and decided to
stop acting like a bloody fool!
I tapped the door lightly, not wanting to be obnoxious. After a few moments
of silence I heard shuffling on the other side.
"Come in!" Was all I heard from the other side of the door. His husky voice
sounded sidetracked, like he was in the middle of something. I slowly
turned the knob and opened the door. I couldn't believe that I was
trembling as I slowly opened the door. I stepped in closing the door behind
me.
He was sitting at his mahogany desk reading what looked to be some kind of
novel. His hair was all over his face like he had fallen asleep and didn't
care to fix it back. He was wearing a bright mint green sweater that had
been rolled up to the elbow. My eyes scaled down to notice that he wasn't
wear pants or some form of shorts he was wearing black briefs. I gulped
looking back up to him giving me a look that told me to go jump out a
window.
"I uhh..." I looked down my mouth was open but words didn't want to leave
my throat. I stuttered a few more moments before he slammed his book closed
and he let out a huge sigh. This caused me to wince from the sudden noise,
my whole body was tensed up like I was about to be told my parents killed
each other and said they hated me.
"I thought it was made very clear at lunch that you hated!?" He stood up
his voice raising. He looked my body up and down. "I mean what did you come
here for, to call me more names or tell me how I made your life a living
hell!?" He stepped forward. I couldn't do anything but listen I needed to
be told this. I wanted him to tell me his thought because maybe then I
would understand why I acted the way I did.
He had made his way so he was standing right in front of me; he was taller
than me so my vision was hitting his upper neck. I looked up to meet his
gaze; he looked so upset that I couldn't manage to say anything I just bit
my lip trying to hold the tears back.
"You don't even know me..." He reached his hand out, I winced knowing he
was either going to push me or yank my collar. "You're like everyone else,
you think I like being so good and polite to everyone that steps in my
vision, yet here I am just letting you take advantage of me and do what you
want." His voice got lower almost to a whisper. My eyes still closed and my
body still tense, I jumped when I felt his fingers touch my lower neck. He
slid his hand to my collarbone and followed it under my shirt.
My eye still closed I was so confused all I could do was gulp. What was he
doing!? Was he going to scratch me? He wants me to bleed; I knew he wasn't
all that good! I opened my eyes to confront his actions but the second my
eyes opened I saw his face was getting closer.
"Kensington what the h-" was all that managed before his warm lips pressed
against mine. I just stood there like a deer in headlights. He began to
massage his lips against mine; he used the hand that wasn't in my shirt to
trail up the back of my head. When he got to the middle of the back of my
head he used it to pull me closer causing his hand to go further into my
shirt. I felt a button hit my foot; I didn't know what to do. Kensington
was kissing me!? Another boy had his hand in my shirt and his lips on mine!
All I did was stand there; I wasn't sure of what was going through my mind.
He made me even more confused and numb when his wet tongue started licking
my lips. It was like his tongue wanted inside; I had no idea what to do so
I just let him do what he wanted. His tongue entered my mouth he explored
it like it was something he had looked for his entire life. So thorough he
then used his hot tongue to play with my limp tongue. My body felt strange
like it was over a fire. My body now in control without my brain, my tongue
began to move against his. Suddenly they were wrestling for dominance and
his was wining.
His hand began to trail lower down my body. I couldn't control myself I had
ahold of his shirt at the shoulder wanting to further the kiss. Never in my
life has this type of thing happen. I've kissed girls but they didn't make
me feel so extreme like his did. Suddenly his tongue retreated back to his
mouth, knowing mine would follow. I explored the hot wet area, his hands
where making my body feel strange. His left hand in my hair making sure my
head didn't move an inch, his left made it was to my belly button.
Wait, what was he trying to do!? I suddenly snapped out of the hazy yet
numb feeling he was causing with his hands and tongue when his finger began
to undo my belt. He was trying to get me undressed! I did what any normal
boy would do and I pushed him back. Our mouths ripped apart with a string
of our mixed saliva between them.
"What are you doing!?" I stuttered out as I held my shirt together. He just
looked at me and then his gaze went to my pants.
"You tell me..." He then pointed to a bulge in my pants, the kiss caused my
manhood to throb. I was so turned on I actually thought about letting him
do what he wanted to me, but I was a boy and so was he so I shook my head
of the thought.
"Y-You kissed me!? Why...?" I tried to get his attention from my hard-on. I
saw that his briefs had the same problem.
"Because you're so...so...bloody hot." He crossed his arm in no way ashamed
that he just called another boy hot. My face looked at him in disbelief. A
girl has never said that to me let alone a boy.
"Y-You're..." I couldn't manage to say the word; I had never met someone
like it. I've never thought I would ask someone at my school this.
"...Gay..." He read my mind and answered for me. His eyes looked straight
at mine and he smiled. "what do you think? I just made a move on you trying
to have my way with you cute little body." He laughed.
How could he just laugh, he just told me he was gay. First hot and now
cute!? I was so confused and lost that I tilted my head at him not sure
what the next thing to come out of his mouth might be.
"Kent...I was so angry and hurt by the way you've acted not because I'm
some pure nice prefect..." He said my first name and it gave me this
feeling that caused me to feel my heart skip a beat. " But because I wanted
us to get closer until I could tell you that every day since I've become
prefect and I've started seeing more of the underclassman I've watched
you. The way you smile when you get a good grade or the way you slightly
doze of as the teacher lectures the class. Even the way your hair just lays
against your face makes me want to touch you." He licked his lips knowing
mine were just there.
I couldn't take it, I was so confused from what he said and did that I just
opened the door and left. He just confessed to me telling me all this weird
stuff and then expects me to have a response. I was running as fast as
possible because not only did I have a hard- on from the kiss but my shirt
was missing 3 buttons from him trying to rip it off.
As I slammed the door to my room shut I just slid down it and sat there. I
couldn't believe that I was just kissing Kensington, and I kind of liked
it. I slid my fingertips over my lips; I could still feel the warmth of his
lips on mine. Our tongues still wrestling, I then realized that my hard-on
was worse. My cock throbbing uncontrollably I had to relive myself or I
would be in pain.
I remembered that my roommate had some dirty magazines in his suit case. I
stood up and waited to see if he would enter, and after a few minutes I
couldn't wait any longer. I opened the closet doors and dug his suitcase
out. After I opened it I knew he hid it under is a flap that unzipped on
the inside of the suitcase. He showed them to me when we first met, he told
me his dad was going to throw them out so he just took them.
I pulled the first open out and began to look through it. There were
pictures of hot girls having sex with muscular guys. I unzipped my pants
and let my 4 and half inch erect penis out, I touched the tip. I was
uncircumcised so I had skin of the head. I slip my hand down the shaft and
began to get a rhythm. I kept looking at the picture, I began to pant as I
moved my hand faster squeezing in every once in a while.
I turned to a page of two woman with a man having sex and on the side was
an ad for a gay men's porn magazine, it had a tall blonde man kissing a
brunette and while they kissed they were holding each other's cocks. The
men reminded me of Kensington and me, I began to remember the kiss with
him. My imagination continued the kiss from where I stopped it, I pictured
Kensington and I doing the same thing as the men in the ad were
doing. Suddenly I felt myself moaning louder as I pictured Kensington's
cock in my hand instead of my own. I started humping my own hand pretending
like it was Kensington's hand, I felt my penis twitch uncontrollably and I
made throaty pants as I started to shoot my load all over the magazine. I
let my super sensitive penis go after I finished.
I looked down at the magazine and realized my cum was all over the ad for
the gay men's magazine. What had I just done? I used my index finger to rub
the cum on the blonde boys face, like I was in a trance. I couldn't believe
that I just came while imagining Kensington wank me off. I was still in the
trance when another wet substance hit the magazine page. I slid my finger
to it and mixed it with the cum, what is this? It's so warm and watery...
I realized that I was crying, the tears just rolled down my face and onto
the page. What was happening to me? I stepped back and pulled my pants
together.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" I held my mouth, what I just did finally
hit me I ran into our private bathroom and stuck my head over the toilet. I
began to throw my lunch up, tears still streaming down my face. After a few
moments of throwing up I stood up and stumbled over to the sink. I rinsed
my mouth with water and the glanced at the mirror.
I didn't recognize the person in the mirror, Who was that? It had to be me
because I was the one standing there but no matter that I did it was like I
didn't know the person before me. Something had changed inside of me,
something that would never go back...Something that caused me to look in
the mirror and not know the person looking back...
Loveless: Thanks for reading~ This tool me a few day and I should update in
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